Career Track
At first I walked on a razor blade, which became a tightrope, which became a 2x4, which became a plank. Now I’m walking on a sheet of plywood. By the time I am done I will walk freely in a field of my own making, solid earth beneath my feet. This is my career track in a nutshell. I look back at the high wire and sometimes miss the thrill of it all, an easy sentiment from my macked out loft a decade later, looking for the next battle.
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